Brackish Blog and Mining Gold

Lately this blog has been brackish, as I’ve been focusing my attention on blackboards and learning new things (see below). But today, as I enter into another anno of mine, it struck me my brackish blog should be revived, and who better to do that than this gold miner I met on the beaches of Nome this summer. He’s come to Nome for years, sifting through the sand, hoping to strike rich, as so many generations have done before him. He’s building a shack on the beach, his very own, from driftwood and found scraps. He has a vision. He’s 70-years old. My great-grandfather went to Nome and had a claim just a kilometer behind where this gold miner stands. He struck rich, went home to Norway and bought a farm on an island, which eventually had to be sold back to the government because the island became too popular of a place to live for there to be a whole farm there. I live on this island now, about two kilometers from the site of the old farm. I went to Alaska to find a different kind of gold, my kind, story-gold. Which is what I’ve done this year, which has left my blog brackish. And now the revival of the blog will spiral on...